Highwaymen – American remains

Capo: on first fret (1)

Verse: 1  (Johnny Cash)

        
I am a shotgun

  
 rider for the

 San Jacinto l

ine
            
The desert is 

              
my brother, my

              
 skin is crack

 
ed and dry
       
I was riding o

    
n a folk coach

, and everythi

ng was fine
     
Til we took a 

shorter road t

o save some ti

me
         
The bandits on

         
ly fired once,

 they shot me 

in the chest
     
They  may have

 wounded me, b

ut they`ll nev

er get the bes

t
           
Of better men,

		
 cause I`ll ri

de again.


Verse: 2 (Waylon Jennings)

        
I am a river g

     
ambler, I make

 a livin`deali

n cards
       
My clothes are

  
 smooth and ho

nest, my heart

 is cold and h

ard
       
I was shufflin

 
` for some del

ta boys on the

 boat for New 

Orelans
     
I was the grea

test shark the

y`d ever seen
         
But the Captai


n bumped a san

dbar, and an a

ce fell from m

y sleeve
     
The threw me o

verboard as I 

swore I didn`t

 cheat
        
But I could sw

im, and I`ll r

ide again

Chorus


We are heros o

f the homeland

, American rem

ains
        
We live in man

y faces and an

swer many name

s
         
We will not be

         
 forgotten, we

 won`t be left

 behind
   
Our memories l

ive on in mort

al minds
  	       
And poets pens

      
, we`ll ride a

gain




Verse: 3 (Willie Nelson)
        
I am a mid-wes

         
t farmer, I ma

ke a livin` of

f the land
         
I ride a John 

     
Deer tractor, 

I`am a liberat

ed man
       
But the rain i

 
t hasn`t falle

n, since the m

iddle of July
        
And if it don`

t come soon my

 crops will di

e
         
The bank man s


ays he likes m

e, but there`s

 nothin`he can

 do
        
He tells me th

        
at he`s comin`

, but the clou

nds are comin`

 too
    		
He ain`t my fr

iend, and I`ll

 ride again.


Verse: 4 (Kris Kristofferson)

          
I am an Americ

           
an Indian, my 

tribe is Chero

kee
         
My forefathers

           
 loves this la

nd they left i

t here for me
   	   
But the white 

     
man came with 

boats and trai

ns and dirty f

actories
     
And poisoned m

y existence wi

th his deeds
         
Nature is our 


mother, we are

 suckling at h

er breast
       
And he who try


s to beat her 

down will lose

 her to the re

st
  	      
They`ll never 

win, I`ll ride

 again


Chorus:


We are heros o

f the homeland

, American rem

ains
        
We live in man

y faces and an

swer many name

s
      
We will not be

 forgotten, we

 won`t be left

 behind
         
Our memories l

    
ive on in mort

al minds
  	       
And poets pens

        
 we`ll ride ag

ain




S.F.L